why am I wasting time??
It is exactly 4 pm at this moment, in exactly 24 hours I will no longer be a student. I am trying to appreciate impending alumni-dom (dumb?), but the two unfinished special studies papers and that exam I haven't taken are unfortunately going to be my companions for the next 24 hours. I have budgeted in exactly 2 hours of sleep at some point this evening.
Am I really this close to having a life again?
In the world of exciting news, I found at late last evening that I got the job, so I spent a bit of time this afternoon canceling my summer job (this made me feel horribly guilty), and notifying the China Program that I am not in fact going to wait while they decide whether or not to expose us to SARS.
That said, bye bye China, helllooooooooooooo Japan! I've been given the option of having a flatmate. I don't know, why not? I can't decide. I obviously prefer living alone, but I'll get a bigger, cheaper apartment, and have more money to blow on travel. I will not, however, be able to watch TV in the nude. However, this will keep me on more of a normal schedule, and I am far more likely to actually go to work. Again, on the bad side of the equation, what if I want to maintain a horribly bizarre social scene in my apartment? Hmmm, things to think about.
My father has already started coming up with "things which make the job unfit," but they only get a month to work at it, and I've still got stubborness enough to carry me unflappably through the next millenium.
I had olives last night. The came in a martini that I didn't bother much with, and were very small. I think I saw larger ones last week when we were out, and might attempt to find them tomorrow night when I am either catatonic from over-work, or am out of my mind and celebrating.
Am I really this close to having a life again?
In the world of exciting news, I found at late last evening that I got the job, so I spent a bit of time this afternoon canceling my summer job (this made me feel horribly guilty), and notifying the China Program that I am not in fact going to wait while they decide whether or not to expose us to SARS.
That said, bye bye China, helllooooooooooooo Japan! I've been given the option of having a flatmate. I don't know, why not? I can't decide. I obviously prefer living alone, but I'll get a bigger, cheaper apartment, and have more money to blow on travel. I will not, however, be able to watch TV in the nude. However, this will keep me on more of a normal schedule, and I am far more likely to actually go to work. Again, on the bad side of the equation, what if I want to maintain a horribly bizarre social scene in my apartment? Hmmm, things to think about.
My father has already started coming up with "things which make the job unfit," but they only get a month to work at it, and I've still got stubborness enough to carry me unflappably through the next millenium.
I had olives last night. The came in a martini that I didn't bother much with, and were very small. I think I saw larger ones last week when we were out, and might attempt to find them tomorrow night when I am either catatonic from over-work, or am out of my mind and celebrating.